Thursday, June 12, 2008

This week a lady named Jane Harrington sent me a picture of a great quilt she had made. The quilt has an airplane theme and as an Air Force brat, I loved the piece and asked her permission to show it here. Jane used a pattern from Wind Dancer Creations (www.winddancercreations.com) and had made her quilt especially for her pilot husband Steve on the occasion of his 60th birthday. She wrote, "Steve was a C-130 pilot for 21 years."

With Father's Day weekend ahead, memories of my own Air Force Dad naturally came up and I thought a few words about him was appropriate. Not to get too maudlin, Joseph Scott Peddie (Dad) graduated from West Point in 1941 and along with every other young man of the day, wanted to fly. Too tall at 6'4" to fit in a fighter cockpit, Dad became a bomber pilot and ended up in North Africa in 1942. The picture here was taken at that time-he's the one on the right. He was all of twenty three years old.

I can hardly think of Dad without humming the Air Force anthem and have known the lyrics since before I could read them. Here are the lyrics to the first verse ofOff We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder and if you click on this link http://www.af.mil/library/music.aspand hit 'play song' you'll hear a short but rousing instrumental version of Wild Blue Yonder and be able to sing along. Call this a blogging karaoke.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Summertime is definitely here. In coastal NC we're having a cold front--it's finally less than 95 degrees today. Sensibly I have stayed in the AC'd inside and been sorting pictures and other paper drek.

Then I found these goofball pictures. That's me at age 7 in my second grade school picture. I still remember the occasion. I'd forgotten to tell Mom it was school picture day plus it was Brownie day and we were late that morning and I'd dressed myself and just been to the restroom and splattered myself with water. Does it show?When the man took my picture, he began to laugh out loud. He came snorting out from under the black cloth drapery around the camera and doubled over laughing. He'd taken the 'goofy' picture and then sent in his assistant-wife who straightened me up, slicked down my hair, and said, "Let's do this again." Little did I know the photographer sent home both versions for my parents to choose which should be printed. My parents also thought the goofball one was funny and bought both versions. I was mortified! I tried to destroy the goofball picture by scribbling on it. OK-it is funny.

Don't forget the Quilt Flap is coming-see your invitation on the right.